Rose

Rose

It was an early greenish spring

And little lovely birds were singing.

A gentle wind could freshness bring

And willows' osiers were leaning.

They leant towards the limpid stream

And touched its waters, soft and tender.

The sun was shedding bright spring beams,

Which could romantic aura gender.

And in that holy Paradise

Majestic claret rose flourished.

She was a pleasant sight for eyes.

She was a beauty, never tarnished.

Her velvet petals, slender stalk

With graceful thorns and pleasant smelling.

It seemed perhaps, that she could talk

About life, her fate retelling.

She sighed for very handsome guy

With whom she fell in love so deeply.

He told her once: ‘My love, goodbye’

And disappeared very quickly.

As for the rose, she stood still

And faded fast and looked so gloomy.

How'd it appear he could kill

Her soul, that her heart was roomy?

She was crestfallen, but at last

She realized that life was better

And promised, that she'd skip her past,

Because to her it didn't matter.

He told me: We’ll be friends and only

He told me: We’ll be friends and only.

Why do I feel myself so lonely?

What does it mean to be just friends?

He does not love me, just pretends.

And what about man’s compassion?

Male’s way of life alas is passion

At first, but when the fortress ruined

The conqueror behaves as if

He is the macho, strong and stiff.

His jelly-bean feels deadly blue.

Of her misfortunes he’s a clue.

He fails to understand her reason:

Enjoy your life. It’s not a prison.

That is the usual reply:

Be happy. Love will never die.

Once splendid symphony I heard

Once splendid symphony I heard.

It was the music of a soul.

And I was touched by every chord

And by the feelings on the whole.

It was like thunderbolt in camp.

And I restrained my tears hardly.

We always try to rub the lamp

And seldom do we something kindly.

What is the essence of the life?

And could we find at least connection

Between the passionate, vile strife

And the spiritual affection?

He came, he loved, he disappeared

He came, he loved, he disappeared.

Thanks God the strategy of men is cleared.

What do these several words reveal?

Men think they have a wide appeal.

So if by chance I have mistaken,

Severe measures must be taken.

But anyway the problem is

Men’s love and lust are like two peas.

Behave like men is cruel task.

But can we wait from dawn to dusk?

Who knows, we shall wait and see.

Perhaps the future we’ll foresee.

The Beauty & the Beast

The lullaby I’ll sing, my honey,

Is lovely story of two hearts.

Can you imagine, little bunny,

True love will bear pain and smarts.

It’s just a fairy-tale of Beauty

Whose patience broke awful spell

And ugly Beast bloomed like a tulip

Before last rose’s petal fell.

So if to tell the whole story

From the beginning step by step.

A life of the eternal glory

Will crown legend at the end.

Those days lived in a tiny village

A charming girl, whose name was Belle.

She was of virtue real image,

I’ll nothing speak of her but well.

She dreamt about far-off places,

Sword fights and princes in disguise.

She used to wear smart fine laces

And her appearance was nice.

Belle’s father, Maurice, odd inventor

Tried to create the thing which could

Change their life. That’s why he went to

The fair, riding horse Philippe at woods.

Maurice got lost and saw around

Bleak forest and two wolfish eyes.

Philippe rushed with a sudden bound

In haste surmounting steep rise.

At last they reached a tall and heavy

Gate of the castle on the hill.

Maurice was frightened. In that chevy

He wouldn't like to be the kill.

Belle’s father dashed inside the mansion,

Huge and forbidding place for him.

He had recourse to rude invasion.

Inside the castle light was dim.

To be continued